"You really are quite bold, Isabelle, asking for another man to tell you why he finds your behind appealing when your actual fiancée is sitting right next to us."
Cassius said with a smirk on his face as he glanced at Edmund, who looked so furious at the moment with the way that Isabelle was treating Cassius that his entire face was red as a tomato and his fingers started digging into his palms.
"But since I'm such a generous young master, I'll not only tell you why I find your juicy behind appealing, Isabelle, but I'll even show it to you." Cassius patted Isabelle's perky butt like he were asking if she was ready, which made her bow her head and blush profusely. "But before any of that, I'm going to ask my boy, Edmund, to keep his head down and make sure his eyes stay on the plate."
Cassius slowly turned his head to look at Edmund, who was in a wretched state, while at the same time slipping his hands underneath Isabelle's skirt and caressing her plump thighs.
"You see, to show why I want to take this lovely ass straight to bed, I'm going to need Isabelle to lift her skirt up all the way and reveal her rear to me."
Cassius said to Edmund, which made Isabelle tremble as she wasn't expecting him to see her bare flesh so soon. But she didn't say anything to reject him and simply looked away in a fluster, which told many different stories. He then continued saying to Edmund with a slight grin on his face,
"That's why I'm going to need you to keep your gaze away from both of us, as I'm not a big fan of letting another man or whatever you are watch me indulge myself in a lady."
Edmund's fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, his jaw tightening with a mixture of fury and frustration.
"She's my fiancée, Cassius!" He barked, his voice rising with indignation. "Why the hell should I look away? If anyone has the right to-"
"To what?" Cassius interrupted smoothly, his voice cutting through Edmund's rant like a blade. His eyes gleamed with dangerous amusement as he tilted his head, his grin widening. "To ogle her?...To lay claim to her like some object?...Before you even try to taint her with your gaze, let me remind you, Edmund, that you're in no position to assert any rights here."
Edmund's breath hitched, and for a moment, his rage faltered under the weight of Cassius's piercing gaze. But his pride wouldn't let him back down.
"You think you can just-"
"I know I can." Cassius said, his voice calm yet laced with icy authority. He turned his attention back to Isabelle, who sat poised on his lap, her face a deep shade of crimson.
This time, though, her trembling wasn't entirely out of fear—it was something else, a curious blend of nervousness and intrigue.
"Isabelle, my dear maid." He asked her for her opinion. "Do you really want him gawking at you while we share this moment?"
Isabelle's beatiful face turned even warmer, and her heart raced at his words. Instead of recoiling, she found herself questioning why her young master seemed so captivated by her.
'What was it that he saw in her that made him so boldly claim her attention?' Against her better judgement, her curiosity outweighed her apprehension.
"I..." She murmured softly, as she glanced briefly at Edmund, who looked as if he'd been struck, before her gaze returned to Cassius.
"M-Maybe it would be better if he didn't watch."
She said hesitantly, her voice lacking the defiance from before. Her tone, while soft, carried a trace of something else, perhaps a desire to understand her young master's intentions.
Edmund's mouth fell open, his expression shifting from outrage to betrayal.
"Isabelle!" He growled, his voice thick with disbelief. "You can't seriously be siding with him!"
"Enough." Cassius said sharply, his voice like a whipcrack. His grin vanished, replaced by a cold, chilling expression. "I've humoured you long enough, Edmund...Sit down, keep your head down, and focus on your dinner...If I catch you so much as glancing in our direction, I'll personally gouge your eyes out."
His words were delivered with terrifying calm, making it clear there was no bluff in his tone.
Edmund, seething but unable to defy the man who held all the power, dropped his gaze to his plate. He stabbed at the food with his fork, his appetite gone, but he dared not lift his eyes again.
Cassius turned back to Isabelle, his cold demeanour melting into a teasing grin. "Now, my dear, Isabelle." He murmured, his voice low and smooth. "Where were we?"
Isabelle's ears burnt as she fidgeted nervously, avoiding Cassius's gaze. She glanced down at her lap, her voice barely above a whisper.
"You...You were going to lift my skirt, young master." Her tone was heavy with embarrassment, and the way she avoided his eyes only added to her flustered demeanour.
"Ah, what an obedient girl you are, Isabelle...I didn't even need to remind you." Cassius's smile widened, the teasing glint in his eyes intensifying.
Isabelle swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn't know whether to feel mortified that she was going to expose herself to another man or be strangely flattered by his words.
She wanted to protest, to say something to preserve her dignity, but the way he looked at her—like she was the centre of his attention—left her completely tongue-tied.
Cassius then reached out and gently touched her lower back, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.
"Now, my beautiful little maid...Could you please arch your back slightly and stick out that lovely little ass of yours?...Let me get a better look."
Isabelle's face burnt with embarrassment as she obediently arched her back, sticking her rear end out towards Cassius.
She could feel his hot breath brushing against her covered-up cheeks, and the knowledge that he was looking at her in such a humiliating position made her want to sink into the ground.
Bounce~
As she presented her backside, the outline of her plump, rounded cheeks became clearly visible through the thin fabric of her skirt. The shape was unmistakable—a perfectly spherical ass, pushed out to its fullest extent, the crease of her buttocks forming a deep valley between her twin hemispheres.
The way her hips flared outwards gave her an hourglass figure, and the skirt stretched tautly across her ample bottom, leaving little to the imagination. From his seated position, Cassius could clearly see how the fabric strained against her full curves, outlining every plump inch of her vulnerable backside.
Of course, he couldn't just stop right there after catching a glimpse of the treasure, so he started to pull up her skirt.
Lift~
Isabelle's face felt hotter than the sun as Cassius slowly gathered the fabric of her skirt in his hands, lifting it inch by inch. She could feel the cool air hitting her exposed thighs, then her lower back, and finally, the cool air washing over her hot, rounded cheeks.
As the skirt rose higher, her plump, pale bottom came into full view, the soft, creamy skin a stark contrast against the dark fabric of her skirt. Two perfect, round globes stared back at him, the crease between them deep and inviting.
Her bottom was like two ripe, juicy peaches, round and heavy, with a slight jiggle as she shifted her weight from foot to foot in embarrassment. The cheeks were smooth and unmarred, begging to be squeezed and grabbed.
'Lord have mercy...With maids like her wandering around the halls with their fat asses swaying about, it's no wonder that there were so many depraved nobles back in the day...Heck, if I didn't have a whole lot of self-restraint myself, I would've pounced on her myself.' Cassius couldn't help but think as he stared at the glorious sight before him.
As her skirt was lifted higher, he caught sight of the black lace top of a garter belt peeking out from beneath her skirt's waistband. The contrast of the lacy undergarment against her soft, pale skin made her plump bottom look even more tantalising and erotic.
"How naughty of you, Isabelle." Cassius murmured, his eyes locked onto the black lace of her garter belt as he pushed his finger under the strap and tugged on it. "Were you wearing this the whole time under your innocent apron?"
"Y-Yes young master, is there anything wrong with it?" Isabelle asked in a fluster, knowing that her young master was playing with the thin piece of clothing hugging her bouncy butt. "This was what came along with the set of maid clothes that was given by the Holyfield household...Is it possibly not to your liking?"
Cassius's grin widened as his crimson eyes roved over the intricate black lace of Isabelle's garter belt. It contrasted starkly with the innocent exterior she projected in her maid uniform, and he found the disparity utterly amusing.
"Not to my liking? Oh, Isabelle, you wound me with such a question. How could I dislike something so...artfully designed?" Leaning back slightly, he rested his chin on his hand, his voice smooth and teasing.
Isabelle fidgeted nervously, her cheeks burning under his intense gaze.
"I-I wasn't sure, young master." She stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "If it doesn't suit your tastes, I-I could find a way to replace it."
Cassius chuckled softly, his tone rich with amusement.
"Replace it? Now, that's an interesting idea...Tell me, Isabelle, if I said I didn't like it, would you be willing to take it off for me and stand before me with your naked ass sticking out?" His words hung in the air, laced with a mix of teasing and challenge.
Isabelle's breath stopped for a second, her embarrassment deepening as she struggled to find a response. Her mind raced with conflicting emotions—humiliation, curiosity, and a strange desire to please her young master.
Finally, she managed a soft whisper, saying,
"I-I suppose...If it's what you wish, young master."